Yonis stared at the surveillance video for a long time. The figure in the picture only flashed for more than ten seconds during the process of getting into the car, jumping out of the car, and escaping. He was wearing a set of sportswear with a hood, and he couldn't see his appearance at all. He could only guess that he was about 178 cm tall and should not be too old, otherwise he would not have such agile skills and reflexes.
At this time, an officer knocked on the door, and after saluting, he began to report the investigation results of the shopping mall hijacking to Yonis.
"A total of 50 high-explosive bombs were found in our shopping mall, which could not be installed in a day or two, so we focused on the investigation of the staff inside the shopping mall, and finally locked these three people."
The images and identity information of three people appeared on the virtual screen in front of Yonis. One of them used a temporary ID card, while the other two had fake ID cards.
Yonis' eyes stayed on the image of the red-haired man for a moment, and then he rejected it in his heart. The guide who caught a glimpse of him in the mall at the time was also red-haired, but he did not believe that his guide would be the gloomy man in front of him.
He looked at his name subconsciously: "Sail", but since it is a fake identity, then this name has little investigative value.
"After the hijacking incident, these three people disappeared, and the leader issued an A-level wanted order. I believe there will be good news soon."
Yonis pondered: "Those terrorists blocked the mall for three or four hours, which has achieved the purpose of delaying and creating panic. Why didn't they detonate the bomb?"
"Maybe it's because the timing of our dispatch was just right?"
Yonis glanced at him: "Planning such a terrorist attack that shocked the world just fell short because it wasn't timed?"
His eyes turned to the three people on the screen again: "If Neiying was one of them, then there must be a detonator hidden on this person at that time, but I don't know why he didn't detonate it."
The officer's face changed slightly: "If that's the case, then..."
After the terrorists were brought under control, many people relaxed their vigilance. If the bomb was detonated at this time, the casualties would definitely be doubled.
Thinking of this, the officer only felt a chill down his spine and was afraid for a while. This kind of completely deadly terrorist attack is the most troublesome, because it is impossible to predict in advance and prevent it in time. This incident was indeed resolved too easily. If the terrorists did not have a back-up attack, they should have detonated the bombs an hour or two earlier.
At this moment, the captain of the guard who was in charge of investigating the sniper incident last night came to report the progress of the investigation.
The officer was about to retire, but was stopped by the captain of the guard: "Captain Ivey, I think you should stay for a while."
The officer gave him a strange look, and then stood silently aside after receiving Yonis's gesture.
"According to the traces at the scene, we initially determined that the person who attacked the mysterious passenger was a group of terrorists who hijacked the mall a few days ago." The first sentence of the guard captain surprised Yonis and Ivey.
The captain of the guard continued: "The types of weapons and ammunition they used were very similar, and the methods were brutal and swift, leaving few clues for tracking and investigation."
"What about the identity of the passenger?" Yonis asked.
The captain of the guard called up several documents and said while showing: "According to the fingerprints extracted in the car, the life trajectory of this passenger has not been found. We estimate that this person should hide his whereabouts all the year round, and rarely use fingerprint verification. instrument."
Yonis frowned, did not speak, and continued to wait for the next paragraph.
"However," the captain of the guard dug out another document, "we found the information on the owner of the fingerprint in a diagnosis report from the hospital ten years ago."
"Diagnosis report ten years ago?"
"Yes." The captain of the guard put the report on the screen and said with an angry face, "This report diagnoses a ten-year-old boy named 'Sido'. He was beaten by his biological father and sent to the hospital. At that time, he almost stopped breathing, and his life was saved after emergency rescue. During the treatment process, the hospital found that in addition to new injuries, there were many old wounds on the boy's body, which were obviously the result of long-term abuse. So they kept He filed a complaint with the Child Protection Association and sent the child's father to prison."
Yonis looked at the shocking scars on the boy in the photo, tightened his fists, and asked in a deep voice, "Our country has enacted a strict law on the protection of minors, why is this child being abused for a long time and ignored?"
The captain of the guard replied: "Because his beastly father did not send him to the hospital for treatment after each beating. The reason why he was able to keep a record this time is because the child was almost killed by him."
"Bastard!" Ivey, who had been silent all the time, couldn't help scolding.
Yonis also had a gloomy face and asked, "What happened to the child?"
"After the appeal was successful, the child was sent to an orphanage and lived until the age of 15, and then disappeared."
"Missing?" Yonis frowned.
The captain of the guard sighed: "At the age of 14, his father was released. I guess he left the orphanage in order to avoid that person, and he has been incognito since then. That's all the fingerprint information I can find. "
Disappeared at the age of 15, he has only been in his early twenties, and has lived a life of displacement and fear for six or seven years. How did he survive
Yonis felt inexplicable regret and anger. Did that person grow up in this twisted environment? He is a guide, he should have lived a life of carefree food and clothing, and enjoyed the treatment of aristocrats. Now, he can only hide in a dark corner, always guarding against the persecution of others.
"Where is his father now?" Yonis asked blankly, a murderous aura emanating from his body.
"Two years ago, his legs were cut off because of his debts, and he died not long after that."
"Deserved!" Ivey snorted coldly.
"Continue to look for his trace." Yonis ordered, "I guess he may have information that is not good for the terrorists, so he was attacked."
The captain of the guard looked at Yonis and said sternly: "I am afraid we need the help of adults. Xido is too well hidden. We must use the A-level authority of adults to query the fingerprint database of the National Information Center."
This kind of fingerprint database is bound to the ID card. Ordinary people do not need to use the National Information Center for fingerprint inquiry, because today's life, entertainment, and work are inseparable from fingerprints. Unless you stay away from high technology, it is difficult to erase yourself in public. activity trajectory. But Sido did it. He may have been living a life of isolation, usually only using an anonymous shopping card for consumption, and did not participate in various social activities.
His way of life, in a highly technologically developed country, is simply unimaginable boring and primitive.
Of course, if you fake your identity, you can get away with it in a short time, but security monitoring will scan everyone's identity regularly. If the fingerprints and identity do not match, they will be found out soon.
The identity information that can still be faked by hacking technology is only applicable to low-level ID cards. People who hold such ID cards can only apply for the most common jobs, and they cannot get any benefits and guarantees. In contrast, naturally there will not be a very strict supervision system.
However, although it is a low-level ID card, his fingerprint information will also be entered into the National Information Center.
"Give me three days." Yonis agreed without hesitation. To query the information of the National Information Center, you must have A-level authority or above, and it must be reviewed. Three days is the fastest speed.
Three days later, Shang Ke's current identity was finally revealed. He used his real name "Shang Ke", he was twenty-two years old, and the photo was after his makeover. Despite the great changes, Yonis and others recognized him as one of the three missing staff members in the mall. .
"If our speculation is correct, then it is understandable that he will be sniped by terrorists." Ivey said solemnly, "Because he temporarily abandoned the plan, which is equivalent to betraying the organization."
"Don't jump to conclusions for now." Yonis looked at the red-haired man on the screen, his brows furrowed, and he didn't know whether he was disappointed or depressed, and suddenly lost interest in continuing to pursue. "Find the person first."
As Shang Ke's identity was exposed, the anti-political alliance also received intelligence. Next, he can't find a job, can't go to the hospital, and can't reveal his appearance casually. There are only a hundred thousand points left on the anonymous shopping card, and he can't last for three months even if he lives frugally. Reclusive every day, like a spy, maintaining high vigilance 24 hours a day.
On the one hand, it is the A-level wanted order issued by the state, on the other hand, the anti-political alliance is coveting it, and it is also facing the hard situation of running out of ammunition and food. Even if there are eighteen martial arts, it is difficult to kill in this situation Out of the siege.
While Shang Ke was still thinking about countermeasures, the second assassination came quietly.
The behavior of the anti-political alliance is that it would rather kill by mistake than let it go, and it doesn't care about the life and death of passers-by.
On a beautiful evening, there was a knock on Shang Ke's door, and the little brother who was holding a takeaway was standing outside the door with a smile on his face.
Shang Ke was about to open the door when another dangerous signal came from the spiritual waves.
Without saying a word, he put on his backpack and was about to jump from the window, but as soon as one foot crossed the window sill, he was rushed out by the blast of air behind him and slammed into the opposite wall. There is a row of metal lamps on the wall, the lamp bases are intricately shaped patterns, and there are very sharp barbs on the edges.
Shang Ke quickly turned over in the air, his feet were facing forward, and he stepped on the gap on both sides of the metal lamp. The sharp barbs were only 4 or 5 centimeters away from his crotch. Bend your knees a little more, and it is estimated that there will be no lower body sexual happiness in this life.
Shang Ke's body stagnated in midair for a second, and then fell down due to gravity.
A car was parked below, and a man with a gun stood on the roof.
Fog grass!
At the moment the opponent fired, Shang Ke spun his body violently and slammed into the glass window on the wall.
With a bang, he broke through the window and fell into a room.
"Ah—" The owner of the room just came out of the bathroom, and suddenly saw Shang Ke who was covered in glass slag, and subconsciously let out a deafening scream, not even realizing that the bath towel had fallen.
Shang Ke didn't have time to admire the beauty's body, so he jumped up and quickly rushed out of the room.
Instead of going through the main door, he chose the side window on the other side. He did not believe in the anti-political coalition and set up ambushes in four directions, east, west, north and south.
However, the god of luck did not favor him, and the group of guys really set up ambush in all four directions.
Seeing the human head below through the window, Shang Ke gritted his teeth, instead of going down, he just rushed towards the top floor.
He has a zip line in his backpack and can play a trapeze. As a result, people nearby were fortunate enough to witness an alien version of Spider-Man.
However, Shang Ke's movements looked cool, but in fact his clothes were soaked with blood.
Whether the old injury was good or not, he was hit by an explosion just now, the wound was split open, and the back was a mess. At this time, the sky was dark, and others could only see a flexible figure leaping between the buildings, but they did not see the tragic appearance of his body covered in blood.
Shang Ke landed in the alley between the two buildings, his face was pale, his breathing was rapid, beads of sweat rolled from the corner of his forehead, but his lips were surprisingly red.
After a while, two glittering rays of light flashed in his eyes, as if he had made a decision, he straightened up, strode out of the alley, and walked straight towards the security police not far away.
When the guard on duty saw a bloody man in torn clothes approaching, he immediately put his hand on the weapon and asked vigilantly, "What's wrong with you? Did you encounter any trouble?"
Shang Ke lifted his hood, revealing his handsome face, he put his backpack on the table and said with a smile, "I'm here to surrender."
[Congratulations to the host, successfully escaping the second assassination.]